Parasite Oc Novels & Stories

My wife, Anne Brighton, gives me a gray parrot. Every single day, it looks me in the eye and screeches, "Go to hell!" I send it to a parrot rehabilitation center, where they place it in a mirrored cage and play "I'm a good bird" on loop, three thousand times a day. Here's the thing—I've been reborn. In my past life, that parrot came into our home knowing only two phrases—"So ugly" and "Go to hell". At first, I believed it was merely mimicking what it had heard. But then my body began to fail. Sleep was the first to go. Every night, the same nightmare returned, and the same voice echoed through it, repeating those words over and over. "Go to hell." My appetite disappeared, and I wast

The parasite stared at him. The difference seemed small. Tiny. Almost meaningless. Yet the more it thought about it— The larger it became. Because one perspective created despair. The other created resilience. The parasite stepped backward. Unconsciously. Its confidence slipping. The darkness surrounding them fluctuated. The failed realities spinning around the void became unstable. Something was changing. Something dangerous. Not for Ethan. For the parasite. Suddenly a memory surfaced. Not Ethan's. The parasite's. An ancient world. Long forgotten. A civilization standing beneath dying stars.

My blood flowed endlessly from the wound, pouring into the carved channels of the dark stone, flowing like a river of fire toward the central basin. I thrashed against the stone, but Silas’s heavy hands clamped onto my shoulders, pinning me down. “Stay still, Zara!" he barked in my ear. "Accept the pain and don't let them see you break. Only then can you be stronger." Through the haze of tears and agony, I watched the elder reach into the basin, then he brought out a small glass vial. Inside the vial, swimming in a thick, yellowish fluid, was a creature that made my stomach violently churn. It was a long, pale parasite, its body thin as a needle, its head covered in dozens of tiny, black cil

“You’re not an omega, child.” “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re not. You were meant to only appear as one.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Like I said earlier, supernatural, but has to use people to do its will. Neither Lunara nor Solara can meet their objectives without using people.” “So…?” “So they choose who to possess, whose body to take over. You’re not an omega, Rhea. You were only supposed to look and act like one as a disguise. If you appeared powerful, you would have given yourself away and Solara would have killed you a long time ago.”

He left ! ********** At night . He was drunk intoxicatingly. They came to this club Paradiso ​With his investors . His mind clouded as he glance at the dancer performing pole dancing . She sensually moved her half naked body around the pool receiving all the cheering and howling from hungry man . She was best at what she was doing . His mind flooded with reminiscent of the gorgeous sceneries he saw at the morning . His lips dry and cold . He needed her . The girl performing the pole dance placed a sweet smile on her face . He blinked his eyes as he started imagining her as his little bird . Her smile , her hairs , her body he wanted everything . The foreigner show her half naked breast

It was so small that it would be easy to miss if not looking closely. Lindsay smirked. Sarina was more vicious than she’d thought. That grab was an attempt to implant a parasitic curse—a dark curse nurtured through sinister practices. If the curse managed to take hold, the parasitic eggs would feed on the host's blood, spreading poison throughout their organs and causing them to slowly wither. By the time the victim realized something was wrong, medical tests would show only inexplicable organ failure. The ultimate outcome would be a painful death as the organs shut down one by one.

She had a lot in the house she haven't even had time to unwrap and now there was more? She was about picking a pencil when one caught her attention. "When did this come in?" She asked her. "I almost forgot,the package came this morning." Becca said. "You can go." Kylie said to her and she walked out of the office. Kylie unwrapped the package and ran her fingers along the texture of the black velvet package.

Blade folded his hands, he was ready to punch that woman and stop her from speaking but it was already late because the next words she spoke made him went hard rock. "Well, what happens when this lowly omega got mated to Lucas who is now the alpha of the pack. Well long story short, she got rejected and then escaped from the pack, perhaps she just have been eaten by the dragons or maybe she is alive. But I do not think someone like her worth to be alive." Kira said, watching the astonishing looks on all the vampires faces, but except one person, the mysterious woman who had not introduced her self in the party.

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.

"You will be punished for it. " Suddenly he froze. Fragrance.... The scent of blood hit his nostrils. He saw Tashfa lying face down. Why was he seizing himself? Why was he testing himself? He could irrigate himself from her blood but there was something that was stopping him. "Zami" he muttered as he walked away and immediately Zami appeared. He was at his service. "Get her out of here, No harm to her" He stopped talking. Zami's changing color and tightly pursed lips was a sign that he was barely in control.